#yall are so damn transparent

[axolotlclown]

My pig drama

So my neighbors acquired a miniature pig. I am unsure how exactly they acquired this pig. I was told the pig would die otherwise if our neighbors did not take in this pig. Notably, we live in the suburbs. Not particularly wealthy suburbs. This pig does not have much space.

But the pig was fed and watered, so we didn't snitch. The pig was happy enough. They had a sort of shelter for her from the heat (it gets over 100⁰ regularly in the summer)(we also get tornadoes and hail and misery).

Anyway, my neighbors moved. They had been planning on moving for a few years and had been getting ready to move for over a year.

The mother in the house is a self-described "animal lover" and abandoned this fucking pig. They took the little shelter and left the pig. There's an extra fence panel leaning against the fence line that the pig has been sheltering in. I'm so pissed.

Anyway, my mom and I have been feeding and watering this pig. We're limited by the fence between our yards, so we've been feeding the pig apples, oranges, carrots, etc. We've been trying to find a home for this pig and have been unsuccessful.

Now, one day she did get out. Another neighbor saw her wandering the streets and called animal control. Animals over 200lbs are illegal in my city (which would include a pig). The city said they have two weeks to get rid of the pig or they will take her. That was three months ago.

Today was my breaking point. It was absolutely pissing rain. Wind gusts blowing in the streets, flood warnings, we probably got well over 10" of rain. It's still raining out there. The pig was trying to shelter under this shitty fence panel from the rain. I was out there feeding her, knowing that what I was feeding her wasn't enough. But we can't exactly throw pig feed over the fence and oranges are expensive. She's been losing weight. She just can't stay there.

So if somebody can take a pig or knows somebody that can take a pig (that does not live in the fucking suburbs. we're not doing this again), please let me know. Or if you have any tips about how I can find her a good home. Her name is Mavis. She's a miniature pig. I don't really have any good pictures of her because of the fence, but I can try. She's very sweet. She comes running when you call for her. I don't know how she does with other pigs, but my neighbors did have dogs (and mean dogs too)(actually those dogs were probably neglected too but that's for another time). She did well with the dogs, is the point.

I just don't get how someone can claim to love animals and then abandon them when they become inconvenient. They had plenty of time to find her a home. My mom has been thinking about just taking Mavis, but I don't think we can give her a much better life.

The husband comes over every now and then. I'm not really sure what he does with the house. I imagine he's getting it ready to sell, but it's been over a year and it's still a mess. He's not feeding her or filling her water bowl. I feel like I'm going fucking crazy.

[snekdood]

so tired of "cool kid" cliques bc the kids in it often aren't even cool, just assholes, and they're also usually boring as fuck w 0 talents besides maybe sportsball.

[jackatronics]

EVERY SINGLE DEAD PLATE VINCENT CHARBONNEAU TALKING SPRITE YALL ARE FUCKING WELCOME.

theyre all transparent PNGS, i got them from here btw i just COULDNT FIND ANY POSTS OF THIS SO I TOOK MATTERS INTO MY OWN DAMN PAWS.

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 11 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: Hi babes!!!! I’m so happy to be back, I missed writing and interacting with yall 😭 enjoy reading my loves <3

W/C: 3.447

part ten

Jude was everywhere.

Every-fucking-where.

At home, at work, sometimes even at the clubs or bars I visited..

Every corner I turned, every morning I woke up- he had to be standing or sitting closer to my vicinity than I would have ever wanted.

I rub my eyes roughly, trying to get some food into my system before we had to start packing for the Union Berlin game in Germany. The last to secure our spot in the last 16 of the Champions League.

"Can you pass the water?"

I look up, my grumpy state worsened after hearing the annoying pest's voice.

"No.." I reply, deciding to be petty, pushing the water bottle over anyway.

We don't speak for the rest of breakfast, tensions high after having to endure each other's presence for more than a week.

I had never missed my dad's presence this much before, and my patience was running so thin- if I snapped, I wouldn't even be surprised.

I get off my chair when the doorbell rings, getting up quickly to open the door, knowing it would be my package.

I smile at the delivery driver, signing his tablet quickly, before accepting the huge package.

I slam the door closed with my leg, not being able to see where I'm going while I carry the heavy machine inside.

"Let me help.." I hear Jude perk up. I hear the paddling of his house slippers come closer, a sudden warmth grazing against my fingers.

I almost drop the heavy package in surprise, hand slipping away from the cardboard box. Eyes wide when I realize Jude's holding the package with a stable grip and ease. His face hidden behind the box.

"On the counter?" He questions, already turning and walking towards the kitchen island before I can reply.

I hurry behind him, eyes shifting over his form. Muscles protruding due to the work he's putting into placing the box on the counter.

"Thank you.."

The words feel foreign falling from my lips, only because they are directed at someone I never thought I'd simply thank.

He only replies with a small grunt, motioning to the huge box with his head, his hands going up to roll his T-shirt sleeves up.

I avert my gaze from his arms, to the package, quickly grabbing a butter knife from the kitchen cabinet.

I slide the knife through the transparent tape, directing the knife away from myself.

Standing on my tiptoes, a small noise of irritation leaves my mouth when I pull the coffee machine out of its box.

"Really? A coffee machine?" I hear Jude say, his hand reaching over to pull out the folded invoice included in the package.

"A thousand euros?!" He exclaims, looking like his eyes are about to pop out of his head.

I grumble, snatching the papers out of his hands.

"I didn't pay, don't you worry.."

I wouldn't be the brightest to buy such an expensive machine with my own money, my salary wasn't exactly that much to splurge like this.

"Oh, daddy's money- got it.." He smirks, folding his arms on his chest. The white T-shirt pressing closer to his torso.

"Last night you came home with those ugly ass sneakers worth five thousand euros- don't even try it.."

I scoff, trying to glaze over the fact that I indirectly called my house, his home.

I grab the instructions of the machine, carrying it over to plug in the socket.

"Do you even know how that thing works?"

"Obviously, I'm not someone who buys seven euro lattes every damn day.."

I fill the water reservoir, inspecting the compartments carefully, then turn the machine on.

"Oh, you're so much better than me for making coffee at home.." He mocks, making me turn around, hand resting on the base of the machine absentmindedly as it warms up.

"How difficult is it for you to- fuck.."

I whip my head around, fingers stinging as hot water pours from the coffee machine. I gasp loudly, pulling my wet hand away from it rapidly.

"What did you do?" I hear Jude exclaim, he snatches my wrist, pulling me towards the sink with haste. He pulls my hand towards the faucet, allowing water to soothe my burning hand.

"Are you ever careful?!" He hisses, gripping my wrist tightly. I look up from the streaming water, confused by how frustrated he looks.

"It's fine, it wasn't that hot.." I mumble, feeling his hold tighten. I begin wiggling my hand out of his, giving him a quizzical look.

"Let go, Jude.." I add, finally getting my hand free from his iron grip.

I hear him sigh as he runs a hand down his face. He stares at me for a moment, then I watch him disappear for a moment, into the bathroom.

I take a deep breath, inspecting any changes in the skin of my fingers. Not noticing anything, I pull my hand away from the faucet. The stinging not as bad as earlier. I turn the water off, ready to walk away and grab a kitchen towel to dry my hand.

"Come here." I hear Jude say, I look up immediately, seeing him sitting at the dining table with a first aid kit. One he'd probably found while snooping around in the bathroom.

I walk over without protest, sitting next to him awkwardly. I hold my hand out, watching him treat my hand.

"It's literally not even that bad-"

"Stop talking." He deadpans, making me raise my brows. He coats my burnt skin with soothing cream, making me wince a couple times.

"Thank you.."

Again, I said it again.

I clear my throat, trying to ignore the heat creeping up to my cheeks, embarrassed by our proximity.

"We should get to packing. We have to leave in a couple hours.”

"Congratulations guys! You’ve all worked so hard.." I praise, hugging each individual player when they walk into the changing room. Patting them on the shoulder proudly.

"Rough game, wasn't it?" I ask Joselu, chuckling at his expression. The man had put his entire heart and soul into the game, giving us two goals- making his POTM title well-deserved.

"I'm so exhausted. You sure you want me for the interview?" He asks, pulling his jacket on.

I nod, motioning to Luis.

"We're ready, when you're ready.."

The interview doesn't take long, and before I knew it, we had all arrived back at our hotel. It had become a small tradition for some of the players and staff to chill in the hotel restaurant after matches, and this night was no exception.

Due to how close our team is, most of us didn't really get dressed up. We had some tea or coffee with small desserts or plates of cut-up fruit.

It was insanely cold in Berlin, obviously due to the season, and the rain wouldn't stop pouring from the sky. The heating was on in the restaurant, accompanied by the cosy fireplace right behind our table.

I check the time in the midst of listening to Federico's story about what he did during his last break. Seems like the rest of the table thinks it's hilarious, because they all burst out in laughter while I'm distracted by my phone.

My eyes water in exhaustion, and I clench my jaw in order to hold a yawn back, not trying to look annoyed or bored.

Waiting for the right timing, I get up, bidding farewell to the team, then I quickly walk into the elevator, pressing the button to my floor.

Arriving in my hotelroom, I jump onto the fluffy, soft bed, sighing in pleasure.

Though, my peace is short-lived when there is a harsh knock on my door.

I grumble, getting up annoyed- stupid enough to open the door without checking or verifying who it is.

It's no one else than Jude, a familiar-looking piece of jewelry in his palm.

"You dropped this earlier." He mutters, holding the gold bracelet out.

I hum, holding my hand out, so he can attach it back to my wrist.

I hear him scoff, smug look on his face as he looks at me, placing the bracelet on my wrist. I don't give him the satisfaction of having my attention- instead I scroll on my phone, refreshing the browser to see if my most recent test results will show up.

"No way!"

I scream, eyes going wide, as I realize I had passed all of my exams, even the one I cried about on the way home.

"What?" Jude asks, confused by the excitement in my eyes and form.

"I passed!" I shove the phone into his face, not even letting him see for a split-second until I pull my phone away and place it on the vanity.

"I passed, Jude!" I squeal again, unconsciously grabbing onto the puzzled guy’s hands. I squeeze his hand, soft skin caressing mine, while I beam with joy. Widest smile on my face as I jump up and down.

"You passed? Even though you were crying at the kitchen table all night long?"

I freeze, stopping myself from jumping again, looking up at him, surprised.

"You saw that?"

"You were making it a little too obvious.."

I scoff, looking down at our intertwined hands, immediately pulling my hand back in embarrassment. Confused about why I let my vulnerability slip so easily.

"Okay, well, you can leave if there is nothing else.." I mutter, unable to ignore the huge, smug smile on his face.

"Goodnight, y/n.." He speaks, stepping back, and I wish I could wipe that smirk off his face.

Maybe even a punch…

"Goodnight, or whatever.." I blurt, slamming the door closed in his face.

"No- don't come in.." y/n slurs, collecting her bag from the dashboard. Vision blurred and disoriented as she fidgets with the car door.

"Are you sure? You're absolutely hammered.." Luis asks, leaning over to open the door for the frazzled girl.

"Yup! All good." She replies, heels killing her feet when she steps out of the car.

"Bye!" She adds, slamming the door a little too hard, earning a yell from her best friend, before she stumbles to the front door of her house.

Nights like these are why she's happy there is a keypad on the door as well, fishing for her keys in this state would be a disaster.

She punches the numbers in quickly, hearing Luis's car drive away when she opens the door and stumbles inside.

It's not as dark inside as she'd imagined, instead, the living room lights are on. The TV blaring with a show she's unfamiliar with.

Throwing her heels off, she makes a beeline towards the couch, slumping against the soft cushions.

"y/n?" She hears a voice say, not bothering to open her eyes, she hums in response.

"You okay?" The Brum accent asks, and instantly a warm hand makes contact with her forehead.

"You're drunk." He says, stating it as a fact, rather than a question.

"I'm not drunk, let me sleep." She replies, shifting on the couch.

"You need to get cleaned up. You reek of alcohol." He urges, hand going to pull her arm up. 

"No!" She replies, gasping when she's lifted up from the couch. Opening her eyes, she clutches onto his shirt, confused by where he's bringing her.

"What are you doing?"

"You wanted to sleep, no?" He mutters cockily, slowly walking up the stairs, strong arms wrapped around her back and thighs.

She makes a small noise in exhaustion, unconsciously placing her head on his broad shoulder. Undeniably, her makeup smudges against the gray fabric of his shirt, but he doesn't seem to mind all that much, not even realizing the small grin on his own face as he places her in her bed.

He switches her bedside lamp on, happy he's not missed the bed when placing her on it in the dark.

Stepping back, he pulls the covers over her body, looking around for some specific thing. He steps closer to her vanity, looking for something similar to what his mother used to remove her own makeup.

Jude makes a small noise of satisfaction when he sees a pack of wipes, the English text on it enough to confirm it's the item he's looking for.

He turns around with the pack of wipes, stepping closer to the sleeping girl. He carefully sits on the empty side of her bed, careful not to touch her unnecessarily, grabbing a wipe, and clumsily rubbing the white towel along her face.

His face inches closer to her sleeping one, trying to remove the makeup enough so it won't stain her white pillows. He watches her eyelids and face twitch, causing a soft, fuzzy feeling to creep up into his chest.

His breath hitches when he realizes their proximity. He pulls the makeup-stained wipe away from her face, grabbing a clean one and caressing it on her soft cheek.

When her face is wiped clean, he pulls back, chest thumping with an unwelcome feeling. A soft sigh leaves his plump lips, he runs a hand down his face. Grabbing the edge of her warm blanket, placing it on her, causing her to shift a little in her slumber.

A familiar feeling of déjà vu passes through his senses, a soft grunt coming from the sleeping girl next to him. 

He pauses his movements, eyes roaming on her sleeping face, before he gets up from her bed. Leaving the lamp on as he hurriedly walks out of her room. Accidentally taking the pack of wipes with him, and forgetting to close her door in his sudden hurry.

December in Madrid was something Jude was slowly getting used to. Although nothing could compare to the weather in Birmingham and Dortmund he'd gotten familiar with over the years. 

It’s only hours later, past three in the morning, when he's awoken by pain in his shoulder. It had been bothering him for weeks now, but he was insisting on playing.

Even if it meant that he had to wear a personalized shoulder brace and had to take injections to combat the pain during important games. 

His move to Madrid was no doubt a big one, with the entirety of the football world looking at how the 100 million-euro transfer would start his first season at Real Madrid.

To Jude, even a dislocated shoulder could not hold him back from delivering his best performance. 

Sitting up from the bed he had been calling his own, for the past few weeks, he looks around the dark room. Rain trickling out of the dark clouds and harshly hitting the huge windows of his room. 

Jude gets up from the comfort of the warm bed, pulling his shirt off to check his shoulder. He had been wearing his brace regularly, but sometimes it would be so uncomfortable that he had to take it off in the middle of the night. 

He unbuckles the belt that’s secure on his chest, expensive material soft to the touch as he slides the black brace off carefully. A soft grunt of pain leaves his mouth as he throws it to the other side of the bed. 

Pulling his slippers on and opening the door of his room, he can only see light emitting from y/n's room. Her bedroom door open since he had forgotten to close it earlier. 

He averts his gaze from her room, ready to go downstairs to grab a cup of water. Though, he stops dead in his tracks when he hears noise coming from her room. A soft whimper, accompanied by the rustle of her movements. 

Not another thought runs through his head before he makes a beeline into her room. He walks past her door, her body visibly restless underneath her blanket. He stands next to her bed awkwardly, moving his face closer to inspect the scrunch of her brows, displaying the distress on her face. 

"y/n.." He begins, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. He lifts his hand, moving his hand to her cheek, touching it tenderly with his thumb. Trying to rouse her from her sleep. Though, seems like it doesn’t work, especially since her face twitches again. 

"Hey! Wake up.." Jude whisper-shouts, not even realizing or asking himself what he is trying to accomplish. 

"Fucking hell. What am I even trying to do." He curses to himself, moving his hand to her shoulder again. She’s still dressed in her clubbing outfit from last night, causing his hand to make immediate contact with her bare shoulder. 

"Mom.." A sudden whisper leaves her lips, full of raw emotion and sadness. A ragged breath follows, the tremble of her lip visible in the dim light next to them. 

Jude immediately halts all of his movements, his breath hitches in surprise. He had never heard her or others around her utter a single word about her mother. It was always about her father or one of her aunts. 

Jude was never curious about it for some reason. He had many friends whose parents weren’t together or single. Her only having her father in her life, or to the extent he’d seen- wasn’t all that surprising until this very moment. 

"Don't go..." Another whimper, followed by an audible, strangled sob, tears glistening in the corners of her closed eyes. 

He had never felt this confused and helpless before. Feeling his chest tighten, he leans over her body, moving to sit next to her on the bed. With one last shake of her shoulders, he tries to wake her up from her horror-filled dream. 

"y/n!" He shouts this time, voice echoing along with the rainfall outside, his brows furrowed in worry. 

y/n's eyes snap open in shock, mouth falling open, only for her lips to tremble.

Tears fill her eyes, the only thing visible to her: Jude's concerned face. 

Picking up on her sudden shock, his arms snake around her back, allowing her to sit up and breathe. 

"You’re fine, it was just a dream.." He says softly, eyes focused on her face. Instead of his words soothing her, tears start falling down her cheeks, breath unsteady as sobs fall from her lips. 

His eyes widen, her state blind-siding him.

Yes, he had seen her cry once or twice before, but this- this was different. The girl's face was absolutely clad in pain and sadness.

It made his heart and soul shatter, blood running cold at the sight. 

"Hey.. Look at me.." He mutters, hand reaching up to her chin. His fingers graze her skin, gently but firmly lifting her head to make eye contact with her wet eyes. 

She faces him, cheeks and lashes wet from tears. Eyes bloodshot, as her lips tremble uncontrollably. Jude's eyes soften, brows scrunching in more concern. 

"y/n-" He tries to call out to her to further ground her, though a soft gasp leaves his mouth when she practically launches herself into his hold.

Her trembling body pressed against his naked chest, shaky arms wrapped around his back. 

Her forehead collides with his collarbone, to his luck, not against his injured shoulder. His arms fall against his side in bewilderment, mouth falling open for a moment. Only her soft sobs audible next to the raging storm outside. 

Her nails claw against his bare back, not realizing the slight pain she’s causing him through her sheer desperation of wanting to feel safe and grounded. 

Jude can feel his skin burning up. Of course, he had his fair share of subtle or intimate touches with other women. A hug, a kiss- whatever it had been- his body had never gone this rigid before.

He's pulled out of his thoughts by her nonstop sobbing. Getting his courage and shit together, and pushing his shock away- he lifts his hand from his side, sliding his arms around her back, pulling her body flush against his. 

"You're okay. You’re safe..." He mumbles, fingers rubbing her nape soothingly, other hand pressing her face closer against his chest. 

"I'm here, y/n.." The unfamiliar sentence leaves his mouth with a shaky breath, her sobbing continuing all through his sweet words. 

He's absolutely certain, that if she were fully conscious and not crying her heart out- she'd be able to hear the stupid thundering of his heart, maybe it would be even louder than the storm outside. 

He also knows that this feeling has been brewing in his chest like a damn F5 tornado for the past few weeks.

Causing incredible damage to his heartstrings and confusion to his feelings and thoughts...

[correctproseka]

My opinion on Leo/needs new design

Bc i can.

Everyone is free to disagree or to add onto smth i want to know what yall think.

Overrall, i like them, they feel more united as a band, but individually i have some ehs.

They also look very british. Hatsune Miku does NOT talk to british people /j

Ichika

I'll say it here now: Ichika is the only one that for me feels like a downgrade.

Her old outfit was so cool, no tie, sleeveless shirt, gloves, tied jacket, it showed personality so well.

I like the tie to be honest, and im happy she kept the leg thingies (i have no idea of the name of that), but overall... where's my dumbass loser rebel? Ichika was kind of s rebel and now that shes coming back with confidence to do the stuff she did they're taking it off?

Anyways. At least shes smiling now smh

Saki

While i liked the skirt and the tie, the jacket always felt weird for me, dunno why. Plus that transparent keeping the damn keyboard was so bad for my editing stuff smh /hj, now the keyboard is smaller.

I like the blazer more than i like her jacket before, and the tie as a lace looks so cute <3

Props to the new detail on the socks.

But i will miss her little wink.

Honami

I sincerely dont have much to say about her ngl.

I kind of disliked her.. jacket? Mostly it emphasized her chest too much and i kind of disliked that.

And now i dislike the skirt cjsjcjdi.

The rest is fine, and i love the little star on her arm.

And i also like that she actually has part of her instrument here, congrats you learned how to make a drummer colopale /j

Shiho

Cool. So much of an upgrade cnsjcjdjvjd

Plus lets be honest. That lime jacket was fjsmcjsjdj

But also. IDK SHE JUST LOOKS SO COOL. My favorite from the girls ngl

Miku

I didnt have any opinion in her old design, but i do like the (british ass) jacket and the pins on it

[dnp-dreams]

dan in that preshow top with the red and blue sleeves sitting in a blank room. i think this was for a promo thing since the camera and lighting looked super professional. he basically just sat there for so damn long that my eyes started to blur.

but then everytime my eyes did the thing, you could see an apparition of phil merging with him, and when i blink, its just dan again. its like i have to charge this transparent vision of phil by blurring my eyesight so he could come forth and replace daniel.

woke up super pissed i didnt get to cast phil into existence :( he was super cute too, his hair had pastel pink and blue streaks like cotton candy :( sorry yall

- catnip anon

oh my god catnip anon you were almost there

[thefauxsport]

burgundy calling you guys hypocrites for getting a tip about the engagement is so god damn unnecessary. when will she EVER stop!? you got a tip, but you guys didn’t post it until AFTER they announced it and she’s saying people came at her and used to tell her nobody would come to tumblr accounts with real tea and that yall are hypocrites because you got tea, well it’s not really tea if it’s on someone’s instagram?? it’s not like it’s some random message from some random tumblr account like she would get WHICH IS UNVERIFIED UNLIKE YOUR TEA??

does she not know that people could’ve followed this person who posted about the engagement and then proceeded to share it with others? what lol.

Anon, you’re a rational one and we like you… That is exactly what happened. The person who sent us the images sent us this first:

And you all saw our post asking for the screenshots. Well, this person delivered and sent us this:

The private IG account, who is friends with Amanda, has this many followers:

This wasn’t some hot tip from inside their circle. Nor did our tipster tell us she was close to anyone with Bosa or Amanda. This was a fan who stumble upon a post. Plain and simple.

And we think the difference between us and her are as follows:

1. Our tea is right. Has she given us any real tea that ended up being right? So, doesn’t that actually prove that no one was / is sending her real stuff?

2. Our transparency. We continue to provide screenshots and proof. We never tell anyone to take our word for it. If we don’t know something we ask. And if we mess up, we own it. Like the Joe Burrow video we posted earlier that is actually old. 🫣

We don’t expect her to get it. But we’re hoping our followers see the difference and continue supporting us.

[bolontiku]

Car fuckery update 2

Me: calls mechanic shop that treated me so well 2mos ago, were very transparent, called back with updates every other day "hi! I think I need a new water pump and the hose replaced on my car as it is leaking coolant..."

Them: bring her down!

I drive down, explain again and say: you might hate me I was here 2mo ago with her and yall were trying to get the balance harmonic on?

Both men look up at me with dread their eyes: how did it go?

Me: I just got her back two days ago...? Had to refill the coolant right off the bat and get and oil change, there were two lugnuts missing I had to replace...

Them: you JUST got her back?! After two months?!

Me: yes! They took two weeks to actually start on her and couldn't find the part!

Them: oh God, where was it we took her for you again? *I tell them* ohhhh, yeah that sounds about right those guys... fucking suck.

Me crying: yeah they do, and they replaced the fuel pump and more than likely knew it would be dumping coolant by this time.

Both men look at me with sympathy: we won't take two weeks to just look at her we'll have her back asap.

Me crying in relief cause a water pump and hose replacement will be super easy but damn if it doesn't suck having to do all this stuff at once.

[breakyourrxles]

★ for cots and ✿ for rk blinking cutely so you pay attention to me c:

oh, srsly? because i've never paid you any attention right? 😒🙄🤨

when i start withholding for moc!joong stroke then u will see...

★ what was the scene you most wanted to write in [city of the sky]? what was the hardest scene to write?

FOR COTS!?!?!? i know you know what you're doing in asking me this but it's actually really brilliant because that fic was so difficult and miserable to write but there absolutely were parts of it that were fun and good, actually.

most wanted to write: probably seonghwa's first "death." when zapan finally gets a hold of him and crushes his spine which results in the full body cybernetic replacement that would ultimately render him incapable of ever being accepted into zalem aka the only thing he has ever wanted in his whole entire life and the entire reasoning behind everything it is that he's doing. it's such a huge turning point in the series i think, AHHHH, WHEN I TALK ABOUT COTS I'M LIKE DAMN MAYBE IT WAS KIND OF GOOD ACTUALLY? GRRR.

hardest scene to write: everything involving motorball KJFHKJGFHDK. I HATED WRITING THE MOTORBALL SCENES WITH THE INTENSITY OF A THOUSAND SUNS BUT. they were necessary.

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [letters to a ruined king] to when you finished?

NOW. I KNOW YOU KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS ALREADY BUT. i appreciate you for sending the things that you know i want to talk about regardless...i am so transparent.

so. yeah. about ruined king...pretty much. everything?

i started writing it fully outlined but then at around the halfway point i decided, you know what would be cool? if i just changed the entire second half and ending of the story that i've already started. which of course involved a whole lot of storyline and narrative gymnastics to connect all of the already written and posted dots. thankfully, it wasn't that bad because all of the ideas i had actually naturally sort of connected to bits that had already been posted, and i just had to finagle deeper reasoning to some things being done or said by certain characters, and then begin trickling in the aftermath of those things in ways that made sense as the story progressed.

it wasn't easy but it paid off a ton because the ending that we got is honestly WAY better than the original ending i had planned JKDFHKGJD. like, it was always going to be a happy ending, but the original ending was way fluffier than what ended up happening (major character death), so i think it fits me as a writer and my brand of story better anyways.

the fun thing about it though is that even after the rewrite, i still hadn't really decided which character i was going to kill off by the end until we really started rounding out that corner of the story. it was between three, and i won't say who does or does not die now even though you know because other people might read it or i might post it here, but i sure did revel in the fact that all of yall were very sure i was going to do one thing, while i knew for a hot minute that i absolutely was not 😛😛😛😛

see what happens when you get me talking about ruined king? 🙄🙄🙄

[kittycatcarla]

📷🎵🐰🎧🙃🧸🦋🧡☕🦖🌴🤎🎤💄🌸💞

(skip any you don't feel comfortable with!)

This is long so I'm putting a cut at the beginning so that I'm not clogging yall dashes

I'm not gonna look for each emoji in my keyboard so I'll just write the prompts

Phone lockscreen: several backgrounds with the pallete of ace flag. Wanted to add more gor more flags but it doesn't work anymore (probably cause I fucked around with adb)

Last song I listened to: Diane Mozart by Saint Motel

What do you think says the most about a person: how they treat other people

Headphones or earbuds: honestly both. Depends on context

Weird fact that I know: uhhh mind empty, idk, the fur of polar bears is not only an incredibly good isolator, but most of it is actually transparent (welp, mostly trabslucid but same thing really)

Favourite place to nap: uh.. my bed? (Which is a couch but whatever)

Describe myself in 3 words: uhhhm idk. Adaptable, queer and handy

A colour i can't stand: probably insanely bright pink

Coffee or tea: tea. Coffee does nothing

Favourite extinct animal: dont really have that so ill say my favourite animal that cannot go extinct (citation needed): Tardigrades!

Desert island item: brobably a quality axe ngl. I'm gonna fucking survive but I need a solid tool for that

What colour is my hair: when I was little it was blonde but it's gotten brown over time

Is there a song I know all the lyrics to: babe I like to sings do many songs you don't even understand. I don't have enough memory to study for exams but god damn if I don't have space for so many songs

Do I wear make-up: no, but I'd like to paint my nails

Best compliment I've received: ok maybe it sounds sad but I actually have a txt file on my laptop with the compliments I've received that mean the most to me. They're three things I've received from 2 people and they're each a couple paragraphs long. Not gonna get in detail about them cuz like.. they're personal and have no relation with tumblr anyway

Tagging my favourite blog: idk I feel like tagging my friends or mutuals would be a bit cheap.. aldo because they're not favourites in that sense. They're friends. So uhm I'll tag @slimeel because I love their gorgeous hk art and because the skrunkly <22222

[hallmarkspeedreviews]

The Scottish Love Scheme

* Is this about to be another movie where a person is very much and obviously American but I’m meant to believe they are from somewhere else

* So her mom’s is def dying, right?

* Ten bucks that’s why they break up in the third act

* Divorcee who isn’t pissed at her ex? Hate it. I like having an ex to hate

* Her mom isn’t good at keeping people from knowing she’s dead

* I had to turn on the subtitles

* What am I meant to believe this relationship is? Childhood friends? If so, I must ask once again: why does she sound American?!?

* I love old people. Just living life.

* Another dog!

* This conundrum being a marketing issue is funny.

* I’m sure promising honesty and transparency won’t blow up in either of their faces.

* Not he forgot to sign the rugby tryouts slip!!! He tryna ruin this boy’s life!

* A pair of meddling moms? Love it.

* Ahhh. So the moms are the schemers

* Where is this third brother?

* Also, why does he think Lily knows her mom is dying? do men not listen to anything they hear?

* We stan emotionally intelligent Scottish men!

* Ah yes…the random gay brother. A cherished hallmark staple.

* These moms are funny. If I was dying I would ALSO be in everyone’s business

* Naughty fun?! In this economy?!

* Oh she wearing the fuck outta that dress

* A brewer who doesn’t drink? Fascinating

* Maiden, mother, and crone? I’m the crone for sure.

* They’re not doing a great job reminding us that these two people know each other

* God, I wanna be old meddling white woman. They are living life exactly as they should be.

* What a bunch hater ass Europeans. These people won’t let this poor lady cheer?! This baby is playing his heart out!!

* “Delicious accent” alright…yall doing a lot.

* “Enjoy the company of a good man” is the kind of shit I would say if I was dying.

* If her mother dies on this trip I’m calling hallmark in the morning

* “You deserve to be spoiled.” C’mon sir!!!

* Oh, so now you can cheer?! A bunch of haters

* my heart strings? consider them pulled

* I understand every third word this kid says. And I’m West Indian

* This movie is just a lady living her best Scottish romance dream. Good for her.

* This man woulda got me caught up. I can’t lie.

* “I’m in awe of you!!!???” This movie gonna end me. I will fucking weep.

* Girl. Spain ain’t going nowhere. Marry this man and stop playing with me.

* “You didn’t say anything?” maam. Maam.

* These people are annoying. Her mama is dying. She gonna know eventually!!

* They legit kept terminal liver cancer from this lady?! Wild.

* This movie is so damn cute. If they show her mother’s funeral imma weep.

* Listen…hallmark spent money on real ACTORS

* A pocket guide to Spanish?! This is too sweet

* Hallmark said “wanna cry for 40 mins?”

* “Whatever you need…I am here…” nah. I love him.

* There is such good romance in a check kiss.

* Taking off the ring? I’m a puddle on the floor

* These Scottish men planning a perfect day for a dying old lady?!? Please kill me here 🥹😫🥹

* “Let me help you build it back up again” yall will make me weep.

* This is too much.

I am crying as I write this. This movie was so damn good. Truly this is the, if not one of the best Hallmark movies I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen hundreds.

9.5/10 - Almost perfect

[rightsaidmanfred]

if you screenshot someones post on tumblr to bitch about how you dont agree with them and basically just be shady while leaving their username fully in view while also having the audacity to tell people not to harass them then...

you're a piece of shit and if you really didnt want to start drama youd have crossed out their username. dont @ me about "oh well some people are mobile" cuz you can do that shit on your phone without even having to download an app

[sohm-al]

everyone on this site is so damn dramatic like if you call one (1) white male actor ugly they will cry about it for days but will never show the same compassion towards actors of color

[mytearsricoshay]

Also everyone asking “why is Taylor there instead of [insert victim name here]?” Is making it plainly obvious that they didn’t even take the time to read the fucking article they’re bitching about so much.

Terry Crews was there.

Rose McGowan was there.

Anthony Rapp was there.

Just because they weren’t on the cover doesn’t mean their stories don’t matter.

The only person who was not there and should have been was Kesha, and I can only assume that she declined because I KNOW they wouldn’t have snubbed her like that.

Taylor didn’t take anyone’s spot, maybe if you read the damn magazine instead of blindly complaining bc someone you don’t like, who absolutely deserves her spot, is present.

[isupportsomeoftheships67]

finished kipos final season and this show deserved more. more seasons, more hype. just everything they deserved more.

[moonlightcookie]

once again, all the main 6 are canonically bi and saying otherwise is biphobic